It was supposed to be just a normal day at EnderCon. Unfortunately, this guy named Ivor had ruined it. Sam looked down at everyone screaming and running for their lives. He didn't know how he got ontop of the Witherstorm, or why everyone looked terrified at not only the Witherstorm, but him. He reached up to touch his head, only to realize his hood wasn't on his head. Everyone now saw what he was; an anthropomorphic black cat with 10 eyes. Everyone looked at him and the Witherstorm with fear, but some people looked at him with hatred. Either because he was anthropomorphic black cat and black cats are bad luck, or they thought he was the one controlling this damn kraken on land, considering the fact he was on its head.

Sam did not like heights, or being stared at. He dug his claws into the Witherstorm's flesh, afraid he was going to slip off. He saw a specific group of teenagers whispering and pointing at him. He couldn't tell if they were just curious, or if they were talking bad about him. The Witherstorm continued to wander, seemingly mindlessly, while causing destruction.